“I AM NOT A FELON!”
Those were the words stitched on the breast pocket of the polo shirt I handed to Bill Burke in the federal courtroom in South Boston in 2014, just before the jury came back with the verdict that he was, indeed, a felon.
But now the First Circuit Court of Appeals has affirmed my decision, that this entire faux prosecution of Burke et al. was nothing more than a trumped-up frame.
Go for it, Bill! Take that shirt I gave you out of the bottom drawer and wear it with pride this Christmas.
YOU ARE NOT A FELON!
And I should know, considering that some of the initial stories about the Probation Department hackerama were originally written by me, and printed in this newspaper long before the Globe recycled them.
I never figured anyone would go to the can over my columns. It was just more hackerama. In fact, the Sunday the Globe ran its big “scoop,” I had another story that the rump swabs had totally missed, about a judge’s junkie son who got a Probation job, after which he was arrested in a heroin dealer’s driveway in Taunton.
This third-generation hack was called as a witness in the trial of John O’Brien, Liz Tavares and Billy Burke. Lawton’s father — a judge and former state rep — and his mother, a former county commissioner, both showed up in the courtroom.
They gave me the evil eye.
You remember those hacks, the Lawtons. When he was still a state rep, Mark, the future judge, used to drive Rep. Mike Creedon up to Boston. Creedon, an obese hack who became a judge, was just forced to retire earlier this year after making racist comments.
This Lawton kid was sweating and mumbling as he was interviewed for the job. Seemed like a bit of a problem, to me, if not to the Globe. But hey, what do I know about chi-chi, la-de-da journalism – like Billy Burke, I’m from Massachusetts. Neither of us have trust funds.
So Lawton was another Probation scandal the Globe completely missed. Maybe because nobody handed it to them on a silver platter. It’s tough being a silver-spoon, Ivy League puke reporter, isn’t it? These blow-in Globe drifters still can’t believe Hillary lost the election.
Another day, another Pulitzer Prize down the drain. Poor bow-tied bumkissers. Maybe they should all move back to Long Island where they belong.
I’m not saying the Probation Department isn’t a total disgrace. That’s why I kept writing all those stories, long before a judge emailed my clippings to the Globe.
But why is it that the Globe could get away with reprinting Herald stories, and adding a handful of their own, and then launch a campaign for yet another phony-baloney Pulitzer Prize?
The reason I wanted to bust the Probation hackerama is because it was the handiwork of Felon Finneran, the ex-House speaker who got a job at the radio station where I worked. He was tragically untalented, and I’m being kind.
If ever any convicted criminal deserved to go to prison for a good long stretch, it’s Felon Finneran, who was and is so crooked he needs a corkscrew to get into his trousers in the morning.
Total disgrace, Finneran, just like his convicted felon predecessor Good Time Charlie Flaherty, and his convicted felon successor Sal DiMasi, not to mention Sal’s successor, Bob DeLeo, the unindicted co-conspirator whose campaign committee spent $500,000 on legal fees to avoid an indictment.
As for you, Billy Burke, Merry Christmas. I’m from Massachusetts, and you’re from Massachusetts, so bleep the New York bleepin’ Globe.
YOU ARE NOT A FELON!